I’ve Heard the Echoes
I’ve heard the echoes, chased the shadows, danced with the reveries of phantom caresses.
Retreat with me to a safe space ‘neath the snow-laden burrows behind the curtain of remembrances
where we will carve out the annals of innocence and mirth, and ascend the smoky hills by night’s end.
Art: “The Road in front of Saint-Siméon Farm in Winter” Claude Monet